The Borrowed Echo

An examination room of a clinic in Lund on a late October afternoon, pale green walls, brown linoleum, low amber sunlight from a tall window, on a steel trolley a tall dark instrument case, its front almost black, near its top a small round-cornered screen with a bright green trace of upright spikes, before it a small black camera on a brass arm, below a plain dark strip and rows of small knobs and sockets, a cable running to a finger-thick cylindrical metal probe held in one hand, another hand in a white coat sleeve turning a knob, the cable leading off toward a couch edge with a white sheet.